Fixing to die

1. Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die,
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die.
Well I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children cryin'.

2. Well look over yonder
To that burning ground.
Well look over yonder
To that burning ground.
Sure seems lonesome, Lord
When the sun goes down.

3. Well, there's black smoke rising, Lord
It's rising up above my head.
Well, there's black smoke rising, Lord
It's rising up above my head.
Can tell Jesus
"Make up my dying bed.".

1. Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die,
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die.
Well I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children cryin'.